The Poetry Corner

[purplelucrezia]

Originally posted by longlegsue@Dec 10 2004, 12:40 AM
I love that poem, Purple.

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I'm learning to love it as well...

 

[purplelucrezia]

I wrote a great deal of poetry during my visit to Ottawa...
I'm not a writer, but I felt compelled to share a bit of the work.

After a Television Movie
I want to come back inside,
it's been raining, and falling off around me
and my hair has been left down.
Set up for my television late in the evening
Type myself madly away,
Though that is not what I do.
A little light comes back at me,
across the tops of the windows
widening with the little strokes from the rain.
I can pose there then; chin resting,
with my hair set down
It'll look alright.
I can work and I can write.
The other small light
is lightly flashing- red-red-red
To be picked up
not by me.
The false lights in my nights
I'll jam up the curtain though,
There'll be more dark blue
from the skies then.

My Thoughts Inside
A lamp creamy with white,
suffused with drippings of pale green
and tight with laced edging.
There is too much to think about here
toss it very lightly away for now,
and without conviction.
Watch as it drifts back softly
without any pain,
then be grateful.
I will be looking anew at the glass,
its intricacies and
lines and curves
circling around.

Shimmering Past
The house is across the way,
it is reminding me of a face.
The wide dark road is the lower
lip, the pavement is the upper
Inside a slow-moving car
fills its mouth.

 

[model_mom]

Beautiful

 

[Tinuviel]

The First Dream

The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning

as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.

He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,

how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.

Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,

except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,

you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.


--Billy Collins

 

[purplelucrezia]

Beautiful

Thank you.

 

[faust]

I Want to Come With You

by Faust

I want to come with you

away from the dead, the dumb, the deaf, the blind

away from the fake, the immoral, the callous, the insecure

away from the bleak, the bland, the robots, the servants, the slaves



away from the metal, the plastic, the vinyl

away from the senseless, the defenseless, the brainless

away from the seemingly secure; give me insecurity

throw me into the fire of uncertainty, I want to feel alive



please, i’m begging you, let me feel

let emotions flow, let not the dullness destroy me

do not fail me, I am yours, faithful, strong, loyal

with integrity in my heart, I don’t need a gun to feel like a man



away from the greed, away from that peasant gold of

material wealth brings spiritual death

I don’t care if this has no form, no rhyme

It has a direction and I dare follow



I dare breathe, please let me live, let me give

Believe, knowledge, please let me feel life

let me strive, spread your wings, extend your hand

I don’t want to pretend, it takes so much energy to pretend



I want to feel blood flow through my veins

I want to hear my thoughts loud and clear

I want to be free of the sh*t and the mockery

let the rat world be for the rats



illusion of freedom, security, decency

so fake, so fake, so fake, so fake

flaky, dull, old, imprisoned minds

this is not mine, this is not true

this is not what ought to be, this is not free, this is not me

 

[runner]

thanks faust
I appreciate that.

 

[Missoni~Heiress]

Roses are red violets are blue... and ummm i love you

 

[faust]

thanks faust
I appreciate that.

You are welcome, runner. I am honored.

 

[softgrey]

have you posted that before faust...?

 

[purplelucrezia]

The speaker in my Canadian Authors class the other day, was a poet named Karen MacCormack. As she spoke, I took down the lines that spoke to me in turn. Hopefully others will appreciate them as well.

"one refers to birth through paper"
"recognize the ape for what it is"
"we pay attention to what we can make sense of"
"the mosaic is splashed to shimmering in the museum"
"wounds blooms in heat"
"the case in itself is leather"
"not what this does, but how it is"
"the angles curve to meet"
"the church was so dark, the smell of flowers replaced sight"
"death too is process"
"after hours individualism"
"a hand defines"
"sound of quiet between writing"
"a pose is no position"
"time is the spot you're standing on"
"the wildflowers so seldom addressed"
"what we see, never resides in what we say"
"the sharp metal report of capture, but not silenced" (a mousetrap)
"warp of uniform against young skin"
"become claustrophobic from within"

I was also inspired to try some writing of my own.

It is Held Against Her
Hair standing without curves
crisp in its false edgings
hair without any belonging,
the stolen hair from
a doll no longer child-like

Love Songs are Bland
Finding each new term justifies me,
When is there no justification?
Love is an inpalpable form
undigestible into
myself-oneself.
Undigestible without any togetherness
and a loss of defined feelings
a loss, and no justification.

 

[purplelucrezia]

Brown Bread
Tough against your teeth,
it will hurt your mouth
after a while.
Neither soft nor condensing- unmalliable.
Cheap white strips can be rolled
into tiny, round balls.
Watch them roll across the tabletop
Even departed from themselves, always
tasting simply the
same.
I want seeds
Remainders hidden in your teeth
into my mouth.
Unnoticed presence,
until the tongue has been moved.
Then find them lodged,
small enough to
swallow the
aftertaste.​

 

[sasseestefanie]

I don't usually like to share my poetry.... because I usually write it when I'm feeling angry or down.....

Here are a couple old ones:
------------------------
"This couldn't last forever"(written in '04)

Your soft supple lips
So familiar and sweet
Your dark curly hair
and your precious heart beat

I love you, my dear
So strong and true
But the time has come
For me to leave you

My eyes weep for thee
I know you feel hurt
But I never meant to be
Such a heart-breaking jerk

I know you'll find bliss
In the times yet to come
One simple new kiss
And you'll know she's the one

I'll always love you
Till time, may it end
Because over everyone
You are my best friend

------------------------
"Who Are You" (written when I was 14)

Sucking
Stealing
Breathing me in
Taking advantage of my soul

It's clear why you are here
To cause only pain and strife
Chewing, Ripping, Injuring, Suffocating my life
It gives you pleasure
In most satanic form
I was your victim
From the day I was born

I've completely lost it
Lost it all
It's all gone
There is no more
I need merci
I want love
There's no one to turn to
Can I find you above?

Stuck in this asylum full of strangers
Take me to my haven, God
Do they try to hurt me
Do they want me to die
Do they know they make me break down and cry

God? What the f*ck am I thinking
There is no God
How could the higher power let me down
How could it be so cruel to make me frown

There's not a day that passes by
When I don't want to die
I've no purpose to stay
Give me one good reason
Brighten up my hateful day
But why would you
You're my enemy, my nemisis
Who are you
........Me

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I hope none of this offended anyone.... I tend to write my feelings pretty vulgarly...

 

[purplelucrezia]

Two more recent ones.

Eureka
I stand up in the bathroom,
soapsuds drifting down each leg-
The ubsurdity of it all.
A yellowing duck on the window ledge,
wide-open eyes
mouth perpetually frozen in shock.
Or could it be through simple force of habit?
Is it possible to become so in tune
we forget we were meant to do anything else?

All pain is self-inflicted.

------

The girl beside me, is writing of misery
of dark rooms and lightbulbs
turning on- dark tunnels.
What misery though
can there be in
sunlight-
in a flowered blouse?
Misery with a pink icecream cone.

Your pounding ears
and your mind,
eating up these insides
Standing empty.
Your body will be empty
your mind filled up-
full.
Putify, and emptiness
and wonder,
just that.

 

[purplelucrezia]

For my family, because they really aren't half-bad sometimes.
A Quiet Love

Propped up now
against the white wall.
In bare feet and a short skirt,
my legs strungs out before me
a white bowl in my lap.
Round and beautifully empty, and from
my mother.
I'm sampling
those remaining pieces
of greenish honeydew,
their seeds inside still.
I'll pick them out with
the edges of my fingers
and it will be perfect.
My little brother
stops by briefly.
Standing there for me,
with gray cargo pants
and I can lean my head.
Only
because I'm tired
and because he's being kind.
In his brief moment;
and sing...
My singing, too-oft moving
living breathing
head rest.
Then he'll move off, and
I'll lean out my pale
legs alone again.

 

[model_mom]

Beautiful.....I can picture it.

 

[tiffany]

purple, that is indescribably lovely

 

[LaceFab4]

^ Very light and charming...

 

[luxmode]

I Want to Come With You

by Faust

Beautiful...thanks Faust.

 

[luxmode]

Brown Bread

I really like this...thanks, purplelucrezia.